Chapter 110
The white lion, who was forbidden to go up, stretched out its claws to pat the pearl bird.
'Lions can't.'
'Even birds can't do that.'
"Chirp, chirp, chirp?!" The pearl bird had already spread its wings when the white lion approached. Seeing this, it flapped its wings desperately, and the round little fur ball whooshed up in the air.
【What's wrong? What's wrong? 】
[Lancelot, do you want to eat the pearl bird? That small one is not enough to fill your teeth, right? ]
[What did Teacher Wen say just now that it’s not okay? Can’t we eat birds? 】
"Lancelot wants to stand on my shoulders." Wen Youning put down her chopsticks and hugged the white lion over. "It's as big as you are. If you come up, I'll be half buried in the ground."
"Roar!" The white lion was not convinced.
Its front paws stepped on Wen Youning's legs.
Wen Youning put her hands through its front legs and hugged it directly, "You are too heavy, dear. You are taller than me when you stand up."
[Ah? Hahaha, you need to be aware of your own body shape, Lancelot! ]
[Teacher Wen is partial. Pearl bird is OK, small tabby flower is OK, red kestrel is OK, why can't white lion be OK! ? ]
[Speak up for the white lion! I really can’t stand it. 】
[I am dying of laughter. A bunch of people just watching the fun and not minding the big things. I only have one teacher, Mr. Wen. Don’t step on me and kill me.]
…
Although the white lion did not come up, the pearl bird left. It licked Wen Youning's wrist slowly, "Woo..."
Neither works. That’s fine.
Wen Youning chuckled and tapped its nose, "Would you like something to eat?"
In front of me was a plate of meat skewers, some with spicy cumin, and some with pure meat without any seasoning, not even salt.
Grilled skewers without seasoning have very high requirements on the quality of the meat. Each piece of meat on the large skewers and thick iron skewers is about the size of a baby's fist. It is grilled until the skin is charred and fragrant, while the inside is still tender and juicy.
The white lion sniffed, not very interested, and got off Wen Youning's legs and shook its fur.
It turned its head and looked into the bean-sized eyes of the pearl bird. The blue pupils of the animal changed and slowly narrowed.
"Chirp!?" The pearl bird was weak and helpless but chubby. It sat down on Yan Yushan's shoulder with its claws hidden in its fluffy feathers.
What are you doing?
The white lion licked its nose, raised its paw and placed it on Wen Youning's shoulder, rubbing its chin against the top of her head.
Wen Youning seemed to be wrapped in a thick and fluffy blanket, the kind that heats itself, similar to an electric blanket.
Her back was slightly bent - with such a huge lion lying on her back, it would be strange if anyone could keep their back straight.
Wen Youning thought, last time he covered a South China tiger, today he covered a lion, and he didn’t know what he could cover in the future, um... the king of the forest, the king of the grassland, the only thing he hadn’t been to was the North Pole.
She calmly cut the unseasoned roast meat in half, spreading it in the middle to dissipate the heat, "Isn't it hot?"
“Woo…”
No.
The white lion blocked Wen Youning tightly, completely eliminating the possibility of the pearl bird flying over and landing on its shoulder.
Unless it falls into its mouth.
Wen Youning put down the knife and fork for dividing the meat, put on gloves, picked up a piece of barbecued meat that was almost dried, raised it above his head, and put it on a disposable tray, "Have a bite."
The white lion was still looking at the pearl bird. He was used to being chased and fed by Wen Youning, so he opened his mouth subconsciously when the food reached his mouth. By the time he realized what he had eaten, he had already chewed it twice.
Wen Youning had brought it various snacks and staple foods before, but it seemed like this was the first time it had eaten barbecue. "How does it taste?"
"Woo," the white lion responded briefly.
Um.
Jing Yizhou poked the chopsticks into the plate, not putting a bite of the meat into his mouth, and stared at that place intently.
The white lion ate his roasted meat!
Ahhh! The white lion ate his roasted meat!
The white lion didn't spit or show any disdain, so it seemed that his cooking skills were pretty good? At least the white lion could accept it!
'Click'
Jing Yizhou forgot to turn off the sound when taking pictures with his mobile phone, and slammed his phone on the table in panic.
Meeting the gazes of Wen Youning and Bai Shi, Jing Yizhou blinked, but could not help but raise his phone silently, "click"
"Sorry. I..." Jing Yizhou closed his eyes. His actions were faster than his thoughts. This angle was really amazing.
"It's okay." Wen Youning curled her eyes and retrieved the white lion's claws that had slipped off her shoulder. "Remember to send me a copy of the photo."
Jing Yizhou: "Okay!"
[No, this is my brother Jing scolding me like Jing Yifei. ]
[What do you mean it doesn't matter? It's very rude to take pictures of people without their permission, you know? I'll punish you by sending the pictures to my email so I can destroy them.]
[Hahahaha, I can hear your plan even from the moon.]
[Okay, okay, I'll hide it from my family, right? ]
Wen Youning wasn't very hungry, so she focused on grilling meat for the white lion.
The glass layer of the round table in front of him began to spin, and a plate of large pieces of barbecue piled up like a small mountain turned over.
"Teacher Wen, there are internal organs, beef tongue and so on in here." Jing Yizhou handed over another plate, "Isn't it said that animals like to eat internal organs the most? Let's try roasting them and see if they like it. There are no seasonings."
The original intention was to sprinkle the seasoning when removing the meat from the heat, and use the fat from the roasted meat to stir-fry the seasoning.
When feeding the white lion, this step is omitted.
Jing Yizhou couldn't eat a single bite and could only watch Bai Shi eating.
The feeling of watching the eating broadcaster online and offline is different, not to mention watching the white lion eating broadcast up close!
Wen Youning looked up and saw that no one was eating at the table. "You guys eat first, it will get cold soon."
"Okay, okay, eat, eat." Jing Yizhou picked up something with his chopsticks and chewed it tastelessly.
Shi Ximing propped his chin with his hand and said enviously, "I want to raise a lion, too."
This is so cool.
Moreover, it seems that wild lions are more obedient than his dogs.
He seemed so docile that he had no temper...except for scaring the director just now.
Well, Bai Shi’s temper seems to be double-standard only towards Teacher Wen. Shi Ximing sniffed and wanted it even more!
Yan Yushan patted his shoulder and said, "Go to bed early after eating. If you can't even dream about it, forget it."
Shi Ximing: "??? Shouldn't you tell me that there are all kinds of things in dreams?!"
Damn it! I had to have this dream today!
"Forget it." Shi Ximing sighed, "I wouldn't dare to do it even if I had the chance. Teacher Wen, have some fruit."
He circled his hands on the glass layer, "Eat it with barbecue to relieve the greasiness."
"Thank you." The refreshing, sweet and sour fruit was just the right amount to offset the greasiness of the barbecue.
Wen Youning took a strawberry, but before she could eat it, the white lion opened its mouth.
"Do you want to eat it?" Wen Youning threw the strawberries in.
The white lion chewed twice, "Woo!"
It stood up by stepping on Wen Youning's shoulders, and no longer lay there, but scratched the ground with its front paws.
Wen Youning: "Is it very sour?"
White Lion: "Roar!"
Not meat.
"I thought you wanted to eat fruit." Wen Youning took out a tissue and said, "Spit it out."
“Woo…”
Swallowed.
'It's not tasty.'
Wen Youning wiped its mouth with a tissue and said, "Then don't eat it. Eat some meat to slow down."
【White Lion: How dare you play tricks on me! 】
[So sour? Look, the white lion baby is so sour that he has made an emoji. 】
【So cute. 】
[Good baby, he can actually swallow food he doesn't like. The more I see this, the more I want to give my rebellious sons some loving education.]
…
Most of the roasted internal organs went into the white lion's stomach.
If the white lion is full from just a barbecue, the chef will start smoking from swinging the skewers.
When the white lion had eaten enough, it lay down beside Wen Youning and licked its paws.
Barbecue is delicious, but if you eat too much, you will get tired of it.
Wen Youning took a bite of the watermelon. It must have been just taken out of the refrigerator. It was cool, crisp and sweet. One bite took him right back to his summer dreams.
"This is delicious." Wen Youning took a piece and gave it to Bai Shi, "Take a bite."
The white lion licked its paws and paused, looked at the watermelon in front of it, opened its mouth and bit Wen Youning's wrist.
Its eyebrows and eyes curved at the same time, as if it was smiling.
It's the kind of happiness that comes from a successful prank.
Wen Youning raised an eyebrow, and while it couldn't open its mouth, he reached out to rub its beard.
The white lion stood up immediately, his eyes wide open, "Roar!"
The moment the white lion opened its mouth, Wen Youning pulled her hand out. The watermelon in her hand was intact, without even a scratch on the skin.
"Haha, I just touched it, I didn't pull it out." The bearded white lion got angry whenever Wen Youning touched it before, but later he avoided the muzzle when holding its face, and the mane on its neck piled up.
"Oooooh?"
The white lion was stuffed with a mouthful of watermelon while he was roaring.
Wen Youning curved her eyebrows and said, "Bite."
The white lion's teeth easily penetrated the crisp watermelon, making a crunchy sound when eaten.
Shi Ximing, who was sitting at the same table, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bai Shi bite Wen Youning's hand completely.
After seeing the white lion's docility for so long, Shi Ximing's hands began to tremble when he saw the white lion's expression change.
[Haha, Shi Ximing's face turned pale with fright.]
[Who wouldn’t turn pale when seeing someone’s hand bitten by a lion (except Teacher Wen).]
[Hehe, you can tell at first glance that you are a new fan. The old fan has already knelt down and begged the white lion to stop biting. ]
【? Is that right? 】
"Teacher Wen!" The director came over after setting up the venue and adjusting the equipment. He glanced at the table and said, "I'm ready. Shall we start in an hour?"
"No, I've finished eating. Let's take pictures now." Wen Youning took the white lion off her legs and patted its mane from the side. "Let's go, my friend, let's go take pictures."
“Woo!”
The director followed with a smile, "Teacher Wen, I have a sketchbook of photo poses here. The pictures on it are all drawn by me. You can arrange them freely according to the scenery. I don't require any poses. You can interact with each other as you like, and we will capture the moment."
It is difficult to shoot variety shows related to small animals.
It needs to have flesh and blood, laughter and tears, and the emotions need to be sublimated, but... as long as the animals don't cooperate, everything will be in vain.
Sometimes owners are unable to control their pets. After all, small animals have their own thoughts.
Whether you understand and deliberately ignore it, or don't understand and ignore it at all, once you get into a deadlock, it will be difficult to make progress in filming.
The director was prepared to work overtime and pay extra money in case he failed to produce a satisfactory promotional photo after half a day.
but……
Wen Youning stood beside the artificial rocks for landscaping, leaned on the edge and sat down, slightly bending her right leg and tapping the ground with her toes. She turned around and patted the stone, "Come here, Lancelot."
The white lion stepped on the rising stones and lowered its head.
At the same time, Wen Youning tilted her head back, raised her right hand, placed her palm close to the white lion's mane, and slightly curled her fingertips inward.
director:"!!!"
He didn't need to remind her, the device kept on making noises.
This pose was repeated from every angle.
[Live broadcast equipment, I advise you to be kind. Is it difficult to fly forward now? I don’t want to see the panoramic view. 】
[Ahhh, this screenshot doesn't look good! I want a full-face photo! ]
【Beauty, God, descends, to come! 】
[Teacher Wen is so beautiful, Bai Shi is so cool, the director is so bald, your Mediterranean hairstyle is blocking me. Please make way, thank you.]
…
The cooperation of Bai Shi made the entire shooting process smooth and easy.
The director directed the shooting here and there, and in the end the output was more than that of all the other guests combined. The key point is that there were very few waste films.
For example, when taking pictures of Jing Yizhou and Jing Yifei, the lively golden retriever would move around, blink, and be attracted by everything around it.
The snapshot effect is good, but blurry and ghosting are inevitable.
Wen Youning and the white lion work together so that almost every photo is a still picture.
The director shed tears as he recalled his entire day of filming, the chaotic experience of having to chase a dog to grab the camera lens at the end.
"It's OK, Mr. Wen. It's very well filmed!" The director felt that he couldn't find any more appropriate words to describe it, and just kept emphasizing the word "good".
"Woo..." Bai Shi looked at the director.
The director felt a chill on the back of his neck, "Uh... is it thinking?"
"It wants to see the pictures." Wen Youning squatted down beside the white lion, put her hand on it and patted it gently, "It's not out yet. I'll show it to you when it's out."
The white lion tilted its head and licked her, 'Partner.'
"Yes, you are my partner." Wen Youning curled her fingertips and scratched its chin, "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."
“Woo!”
good!
Wen Youning said hello to the guests and said, "We'll leave first."
"Teacher Wen, take care." Jing Yizhou drank beer and ate barbecue, waving his hand, "Goodbye, Lancelot!"
The white lion stood up and pushed open the door he had come in through.
He turned around and held the hem of Wen Youning's clothes in his mouth.
"Coming, coming." Wen Youning took a few quick steps to catch up.
Leaving the well-lit area, the surroundings seemed darker than before.
I don't know if it's because of the comparison.
Wen Youning turned on the flashlight and gathered her coat. "Does anyone have any backpack recommendations?"
[Want to change the backpack? It's also in tatters and looks like there are firecrackers inside. I have to change it. ]
【（Link）This brand is good. 】
[That doesn’t fit my identity as Teacher Wen, so I’ll just go with the big names.]
Wen Youning picked the link on the barrage and took a look. It seemed that the prices were not very high.
Not to the extent of making those people bleed.
You may have to choose some top luxury brands that have limited edition products for several years, which have brand premium and historical heritage.
: [Do you have any requirements on the size? I'll have it delivered to your hotel. ]
“No, no, no, I am…” Wen Youning thought about it and realized that it didn’t matter whether she bought it herself or Lin Baiyu bought it. She could get reimbursed with the invoice. “That’s fine. Give me the invoice when the time comes.”
. :【good. 】
The white lion walking in front turned back and rubbed her hand, "Woo..."
etc.
'Take it back.'
"Hmm?" Wen Youning followed the white lion's gaze and looked at the herd of antelopes that were not moving not far away.
Wen Youning smoothed its mane and said, "Be careful."
The white lion's figure is indeed more obvious than the yellow lion in the night.
But at a distance, it becomes blurry to the human eye.
Wen Youning found a rock to sit on and wait for the white lion to come back from hunting. "I won't chase after it. Let's connect to the microphone."
She couldn't see clearly late at night, and running over there would easily disrupt the white lion's rhythm.
She would have gone during the day.
"Let me see, the first one is... 'A wisp of regret'." Wen Youning took down the live broadcast equipment.
"Yes!" The boy clenched his fist and made a victory sign, "I almost broke the screen of my phone, but I finally got a spot, hehe."
There is a time difference between the two places, and I feel a little regretful that it is still daytime over there.
He grabbed a handful of corn kernels and threw them on the ground. "Teacher Wen, can you help me see why my rooster doesn't crow anymore?"
"Last time I didn't come back, my grandma took Gongji to the hospital, but she was an old lady and didn't understand these things. She couldn't cure him, and he's been feeling bad for several days since he came back." While speaking, Yilu Canian looked back from time to time, as if he was afraid of being heard by his grandma inside.
"Usually, we young people work in the city and don't come back home, so the old lady raises chickens, ducks and dogs. This is the only rooster in my family. My grandma has a good relationship with it. I feel that my grandma has raised the rooster as a pet. It is what we call... spiritual sustenance."
"My grandma used to get up as soon as the rooster crowed. Now it doesn't crow anymore. When she hears other roosters crowing, she gets worried."
A trace of regret shook his head and sighed heavily, "As a junior, I don't know what to do."
Wen Youning: "Have you checked? Are your vocal cords damaged?"
The rooster looked a little listless, with the comb on its head shaking as it walked. Its fur was shiny and it looked like it was well taken care of, but its black tail feathers briefly curled up and then drooped down.
Looks a bit depressed.
"I don't understand. Teacher Wen, can you please help me take a look at it?" Yilu Canian held up the film.
Wen Youning said 'hmm', "There's nothing wrong with my vocal cords."
The rooster paced timidly, as if wanting to go into the house.
'This grandson is blocking the road again.'
'Can the grandson walk?'
"What are you doing, grandson?"
The rooster was quite curious as to why people were blocking his way.
Wen Youning pinched her brows, and the rooster's voice rang out. She almost couldn't hold back her laughter, "Hello, can I ask why you didn't crow when you woke up early?"
“Giggle!”
It's none of your business. Chickens don't crow by nature.
"The stinky chicken said the chicken's crow was unpleasant and beat the chicken."
'Damn it.'
'The chicken will fight back one day!'
"I'll beat you if you bark unpleasantly?" Wen Youning raised her eyebrows slightly. "Should I beat you if I run to your house, or if I catch you when you go out?"
The rooster suddenly puffed out his chest and turned his head to look.
'It's not the grandson who is talking!'
[What? Someone hit someone else's chicken because they disliked the crowing of a rooster? ]
【So many bad morals. 】
"It wasn't a person who beat him, it was a chicken." Wen Youning glanced at the environment across the street, "Are the two walls next to your house neighbors or open space?"
"This is an alley, people live here..." A trace of regret stretched out his finger and finished, "Wait a minute, you mean, my neighbor's chicken dislikes my chicken's ugly crowing and came over to beat it up?"
"Gu!"
right!
'Very bad stinky chicken!'
'Its crow is not as pleasant as a chicken's!'
"That means I can't defeat him..."
The rooster sharpened his claws angrily, making himself strong to take revenge.
Wen Youning nodded and said, "Yes. He must have been beaten a lot, so he is a little depressed."
A trace of regret: "..."
Are you sick?
No wonder my own chicken stopped crowing. Who would crow again if they get beaten for crowing?
"That big rooster next door is really fierce. Not to mention beating up its own kind, it almost beat me up the last time I passed by on my electric bike." Yilu Cannian got angry when he thought about how he was almost beaten up by the rooster. "Flap your wings and jump up to beat it up."
[Pfft... that's still pretty miserable. ]
[Bad chicken! Look at how you are bullied by the fans' rooster. You are so wilted now. ]
[It’s okay. Next time when the chicken next door crows, come to the microphone and we will help you shout: That’s really unpleasant. ]
[To suppress the self-confidence of the chicken next door? Only you, a netizen I have never met, can come up with such a useless method. 】
…
After complaining about the regret, he thought again, "Is this a mental illness?"
Wen Youning: “Yeah.”
A trace of regret: "It's over..."
Mental illness is the most difficult to cure.
A ray of regretful inspiration flashed in his mind, "How about I talk to the neighbor next door and ask him to bring the chicken over. Teacher Wen, can you help them adjust the two chickens facing each other?"
"Yes, yes, let's do it! Next time my chicken won't be beaten for crowing, so it will get better on its own slowly." The more Yilu Canian thought about it, the more he felt that he was a genius for being able to come up with such a good solution.
"Wait a moment, Teacher Wen, wait a moment, give me three seconds!" With a trace of regret, he put down his phone and ran out.
The rooster with a sad face took a look and lay there still looking sad.
"Don't be unhappy." Wen Youning comforted softly: "You should crow your own crows. If it happens again, ask your master to help you crow back."
"Guh...?" The rooster was visibly unhappy.
A wisp of regret went in a hurry and came back in a hurry.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he kept saying, "It's over, it's over, Teacher Wen."
Wen Youning asked, "What's wrong?"
A trace of regret said: "I can't hold that rooster."
Wen Youning sat a little further into the stone, bent her left leg, and rested her chin on her knee. "It's okay. I'll talk to your rooster first."
"No, no, no, what I mean is..." Thinking of what he was going to say next, a strand of remnant was inexplicably a little restrained and said, "Well... I can't hold it all, but I brought... a part of it, plus some small wild mushrooms from the mountain, okay?"
[Hiss, I'm hungry just listening to this. ]
[Rooster stewed with mushrooms, hmm, it must be delicious. ]
Wen Youning: "???"
A trace of regret pulled the corner of his mouth: "This chicken is quite combative. It beats dogs and chases people. It is also a bully in our village. Last time, it beat the grandson of the village chief and paid a lot of money. So, when you said it beat my chicken, I was not too surprised. I always feel that it is normal for it to beat anyone."
He cleared his throat and changed the subject: "But do you know who it hit in the end?"
Wen Youning followed up his words and asked, "Who?"
"It was the neighbor's granddaughter who hadn't been home for several years. She just came here yesterday to transfer her household registration and stayed overnight." A trace of regret raised her hand to support her forehead. "According to the old lady and the old man, the granddaughter was playing on the steps, and the rooster flew into the air with a 100-meter sprint, and knocked the granddaughter down with a roundhouse kick."
"Ahem, I exaggerated a bit, but it is undeniable that my granddaughter cried very sadly at the time, and her clothes are not thick enough yet, so she bled a lot."
With a trace of regret, he looked up at the 45-degree angle. The situation developed too quickly, which was completely beyond his expectations. "The uncle said that they couldn't finish the chicken, so when he saw me, he asked me to take it back to eat."
"What about my chickens? Will this problem never be solved?"
[The granddaughter then said: "Grandpa and grandma's house is too scary, I will never come again." That would be the ultimate killer. ]
[Why did you mess with her? She went crazy and didn't know who was the king or the queen.]
[Grandma and Grandpa: This chicken can’t be raised to maturity, but it can be stewed.]
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